Be Sexy

Put a sexy outfit on because I felt like it. Took the dogs out and laughed at the “caution wet floor” signs in the hall, I couldn’t imagine anyone slipping and falling on a wet carpet.
Managed 3 sets of stairs and out the door to a few more in heels with 2 pit bulls dragging me every step of the fragile way, as I do everyday. Another tenant on my tail said “you’re dog peed on the stairs (inside the building). Its not a big deal, it will dry like the snow.” Just as I found his dog pee to snow equation quite poetic he said “Dem are sum purdy dogs, day bite?”
Dogs poo and pee, back in the building and I do notice that the stairs look clean for a change, except for the yellow puddles….oopsy. Now I understand the wet floor signs I previously laughed at but still might have to go photograph.
I’m a good tenant so I grab my papertowels and cleaning product to clean up after my dog. I only had to do that for a few seconds. One of the building workers whom I’ve gotten to know pretty well says “Hey Becky, I like you’re outfit, where you goin?” and continues to clean up my mess for me with a mop as I walk back up the stairs into my apt.
Moral of the story is: Put a sexy outfit on because you feel like it. The end.

Cheers

A surge of emptiness came over me, a queasy fretful feeling, I have been floating along in its waters, allowing them to thrash and bruise me for quite sometime.

Missing something that never existed is giving up. All that will ever remain in place of you is a frequent stabbing ache for what I wanted us to be.

My love’s waters, cubes in a cocktail, knocking against the glass of someone elses pleasure, fate of death being consumed, discarded or melted in neglect.

Impossible You

I don’t know how time passes for you but I imagine pretty quickly. I strongly feel that my patience and love have been overseen, you only acknowledge my frustration and short-temper which are not qualities embedded in my “day to day”, but brought on by other people’s lacking in relationships I have with them, whatever the relationship may consist of, be it lover, friend, or family member.
My side of the story is seldom seen through fogs of conceit and false superiority. Your supposed concern is, through my eyes, a cocky display of degradation. You’re walking over glass and complaining when it breaks without ever taking into consideration how long the weight of your confusion was bared, what strength it took to endure or what part you played in making it crack. Jumping. Standing. Making it wait…..